Not on the Map

Jeanne Sparks-Carreker
I cannot truly explain in earth-sown manner
How revolting this hole is - so, I guess, rather,
When taking you with me in unknown plight
I'll show what I can of that dark pit's night.
The dread of surfacing into conscious thought
Every morning I woke, ensnared and just caught;
The panic that filled me, the symbols of time,
The crude and imbalanced and murderous shine.
The fiends and ogres who fed on my smiles -
The ones who stepped harder while stomping my trials.
The bags that soon emptied, the screams to be filled,
There, void crawled the walls in the pit where I lived.

Published by Jeanne Sparks-Carreker

Convicted felon, reformed drug trafficker, disenfranchised from society by the government. I spend most of my time creating ways to educate non-users about drug addiction, so that addicts are understood and...  View profile

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  • Jeanne Sparks-Carreker1/1/2008

    Thank you, Barbara :) I appreciate the support! Have a wonderful 2008 :)

  • Barbara Lee12/27/2007

    Your writing is always profoundly "in the moment." This is another excellent example of that.

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